Stretching

STRETCHING (E A D G A D)

A wind blew, the break of day. I wondered: How will I know?

A laughing on the powerlines. A stretching, pulling like the sea.

Bouncing off the roofs of cars. I waited for the street to still.

Clinging to branches strong enough. While pools of leaves swirled at my feet.

 

Your face in the sun. I can only do my best.

 

A gliding through the bluest sky. An emptiness, not a secret.

The ocean doesn’t overflow.

 

The cracks are wide, the holes are bare.

The trees are cold. Their branches – bare.

The beaches – bare. The streets are bare.

You are bare.